By the time Angie, Kristina and Pete had gussied me up for the mysterious evening, I had felt and looked like a completely different person. With my hair pulled back into a luxurious looking bun and my make-up done so my cheek bones and my jawline looked more define to match my big, baby doll eyes.
" What color should her eye-shadow be? " Kristina asked Angie, where she replied " Green because it makes her eyes pop " The only thing Pete helped to in the situation was making a selection of music that we could listen to while we were preparing. The music consisted of pop punk mash ups and awesome YouTube parodies. By the end of the process I had looked like I was ready to walk the red carpet, and at the same time I heard the front door open and close with the accompany of Cooper's excited bark and tail banging against everything.
" Is that your mom? " Pete asked slightly opening my bedroom door. I stand up and suddenly need to regain my balance because of the shoes I, well Angie, selected for me to wear. Lets just say it was like seeing a new born gazelle on its legs for the first time. " Yeah I think so, does she look happy? Tired? " I asked while hobbling towards the door. I open the door wider and hear her talking to herself, no, someone else? I lean over the dull wooden railing to hear not only my mother's voice, but a mail voice...and she sounds happy. Giddy. A smile of happiness forms on my lips thinking about my mother moving on from my scumbag of a father, I motion my friends to follow me towards the front door while my mothers distracted. Angie and Kristina follows while Pete becomes our pack mule and carried me, Angie's and Kristina's bags.
We move closer to the living room and soft music emerges and clinking glasses. The soft scent of lavender tickle's my nose. Wow, this guy must be pretty charming if Mom is wearing lavender. I peek around the corner to get a glimpse of mom's date. Mom is done up in her black pants and a purple blouse to match her purple stilettos. The gentleman on her left was no short of eye candy, dark skins and long legs. lean from his tight fitted button up shirt and skinny jeans. He was young but not too young for her, id guess around the age of 35. My mom is 37. His hair is brown and short but long enough to grab since my mom's hands were entangled in it. Before she noticed our presence we all booked it to the front door while distracting Cooper with his favorite toy, a John Cena plushie.
The cold air once again just like yesterday and the day before of every day in fall. Living in Kalamazoo was a quaint, small area far enough away from the bright lights for Chicago to hear the soft chirps of the birds and the scent of the morning dew instead of the sounds of angry horns and the smell of musky back ways and sewage. " Alright Missy this is where you go see your man...who we STILL don't know anything about!" Angie complains and gives me my jacket and purse. I smile and hug her, then turning towards Kristina. She smiles and looks at me, "Be good and don't disappear like last time " I smile and nod my head " I wont, I promise " and Kristina starts to head to her car. The last is Pete and his hands are stuffed in his pockets, the only thing he mutters is
"If he hurts you, I'm cutting his fucking hands off" His eyes are serious and his voice is monotone, stern. I smirk and latch around his neck like when we were young " Okay Petey " I can hear him chuckle and hug me tight before letting me go and walking behind Kristina. " I walk towards my car and climb into the driver seat. The small piece of paper is still in my book bag in the passenger side seat, I pull it out and see Patrick's scribbled hand writing on the paper Bertucci's at 6. I smile and turn my car engine on to a loud rumbling and the headlights light up my garage door like a bright white winter snow day.
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I make the drive up to Chicago and lucky my phone was able to direct me to the correct restaurant. I pull up to the dimly lit parking lot where only one other car was parked. Patrick was once again leaning on the back of his car, dressed to the best I'd ever seen. His button up shirt was a light pink but his pants were dark to match and his hair was done in the way to make him look sexy and made me want to mess it up. His eyes light up brighter than the lamppost when we sees me pull up.
I turn off the car and climb out as Patrick makes his way around my car. He stops when he sees me, dead in his tracks. His eyes make his way down my body, like he was undressing me with his mind. " my god....Kora you're a knock out " He smiles and his hands slide onto my hips and pull me close. I feel his lips graze my cheek and breath heat onto my ear. " You look drop dead gorgeous " he whispers as I lean into him and smelling his musky scent of his cologne.
" Thank you. " I whisper softly while kissing his neck, planting the seed of goosebumps that spread throughout his entire body, down to his littlest toe. His hand wraps around my waist as begins to lead me towards the restaurant. " Where is everyone? Is the restaurant closed? " I ask, turning my head to look at Patrick as he says " Oh no, I just called ahead so that no one would be here so that we could be alone together..." Patrick grows smiles. My jaw drops " Patrick! I can't believe you did that! How much did that cost? Why would yo- " before I can finish my sentence, Patrick pulls my face and kisses me, holding my face in place and enjoying every moment of the taste of my lips. When he pulls away eh says " Because you're worth it"
"Cmon Toots, I bet you're hungry. Let's eat" He grabs my hand and leads me towards the front door of the restaurant. As we enter, the wooden floors glisten with a fresh coat of wax while each waitress and waiter is dressed in their finest to greet us. Our hostess leads us to our seat, a candle lit table near the very edge of the restaurant where you can gaze out onto the harbor of Chicago.The table matches the floor with a deep red and white napkins. There is a chilled bottle of Sparking Apple Cider near the table, probably to compensate since I am not old enough to drink wine. The freshly polished sliver wares stares back at me and reminds me of the Little Mermaid, DingleHopper..... "Patrick this is beautiful. " Patrick comes and pulls out my seat. I sit down while Patrick pushes me in and I'm comfortably sat. Patrick goes to the other side of the table, sits himself down and places his elbows on the table.
" Now, Since I finally have you to myself, I'd like to ask if I could have you for the whole evening. " Before Patrick realizes what he had said, his face turns the same shade of the the table. " Oh! N-No that's.....that's not what I meant Kora! I-I mean...." As he is livid to try to explain what he meant, I smile, placing my hand over his and relaxing his nerves. My throat tightens as I say " I'd be more than happy to spend the evening with you " Patrick exhales in relieve just in time for our waitress to come and take our drink order. Patrick's attempt to open the Sparkling Apple Cider was a true test of holding back my laughter.
Our dinner comes and our conversation takes a turn when i subconsciously ask " So when did you start having feelings for me?" My half full mouth in mid chew ceases while Patrick looks up from his plate and wipes his mouth, to my surprise, answers. " Remember when it was your birthday and you're friend.....uh...Angie...brought in those brownies? You blew out the candle in one of them and someone asked what you wished for and you said " for everything to be how it suppose to be". I knew you were different. From the way you walked, talked, smiled, laughed, moved and seen the world and the potential it had. It gave me hope and gave me the fire to have you in my life. In some way shape or form. Just from a simple brownie, turned to me confessing under the purple sky." He tries to continue but is unable to grasp the right words to continue. He says so much but he spoke so little.
My stomach is over the moon and my heart is in my throat. My eyes feel the burn of the tears forming and threatening to move from the brim of my eyes. Patrick had started something when he spoke and now, now I know I cannot put it out. A tear falls down my cheek and Patrick's eyes goes wide. Hes by my side, gabbing my hand " Kora I didn't mean to make you cry! My intentions were only through my heart I didn't mean to upse- " I shake my head in disagreement " No Patrick I'm not crying cus im unhappy....I'm so happy.." His face is relieved. He sinks and rests his head in my lap,a soft chuckle vibrates on my thighs. The, a soft mumble follows. Inaudible.
"Patrick?" I lean down to see if I am able to hear when he says once more " Can I dance with you?" I stroke his head, feeling his soft hair sightly stiff from the hair gel " But they'res no music" Patrick rises from his lower position and outreaches his hand " we don't need it". I place my hand in his, but also placing my heart. My trust. My hope. I stand up and begin to sway with him. An emotional soft current forms between our bodies. It was a unspoken decision that the path we have chosen was not going to be an easy one, but we have decided to travel it together. Hand in hand. Once dance at a time.
Hi Readers! I'm so happy with all of you who enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoy writing it. I'm sorry for the abrupt mid sentence cut. And the chapter update. There was a technological mishap. I hope this longer chapter makes up for not updating for 2 weeks
-Miss_Benzedrine
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Mr. Stump
RandomKora has always been a good student. A good girl. Her two best friends, Angie and Kristina call her the "goody" of the group. But is Kora as good as people think when she gets involved with her history teacher, Mr. Patrick Stump?
